I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

She says she’ll always love me, but she didn’t say who she was
Bill in Congress would force TSA screeners to quit impersonating cops
Without motivation, dreams fade,
I thought I saw her face — and I whispered, ‘Are you proud of me?’
People with healthy self-esteem don’t fear what others might see
Cycles keep us circling through life until we get something right
Time is the most unrelenting enemy that any of us will face
My father’s narcissistic control left me resentful of all authority
What’s your goal? Do you want to blow off steam or find solutions?